M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

“She has a photoshoot tomorrow for the cheerleading calendar!” one of the girls yells out as they help their stupid friend to the dorms. Both Benji and I lost in our own little world, we ignore them. Come to think of it, we’ve always been in our own little world. 


Earth spins, the sun rises and sets, but Benji and I have always been side by side, our eyes locked on each other. 


“I… I was wrong,” I admit, and his lips quirk at the corner. He’s loving this.


“Harley Vander, wrong…” he mutters looking out into the campus.


“Don’t rub it in, asshole.” I nudge him with my elbow. “How? How did all those alters leave, but Farrah stuck around?” I shrug.


“Maybe the reason they came to the front was reconciled?” he asks more than answers. Benji has always been there to save me, but this condition I have… is one time Benji can’t rescue me.


Chapter 27